Cinquain Chain: Links 16 & 17 (NaPoWriMo 2016)

(Links 16 & 17 of a poetry exchange between Natalie and myself. Making a chain of cinquains 
[a Cinq-chain?] in an effort to "un-chain our muses.") 

what dead thing are
the vultures circling?
There is always a corpse somewhere

there are blossoms
breathing in the dark night.
Why is the air so empty in
our dreams?

Our dreams
where we descend
with stones in our pockets
like Virginia into the dark
water —

which bears the weight
and weeps to consume us
and delivers our bodies back
to land.

To land
in a place such
as this, to fall like bombs
into an abyss. Sky becomes

waits for what falls.
The bones of thoughts lie half-
remembered, settling, eaten
by time

by time
which wavers like
curtains by a window
devoured by moths, mice, and men
until –

time stands with a
backbone of its own and
says with breath from a distant wind:

of this wasteland
pantomime, this taste that
still waits on the edge of our tongue’s

of the mind’s end,
end of the places where
we can offer our selves any

yourself knowing
there are seas beyond these
sand dunes, once you blink and open
your eyes

your “I”s
left behind like
so many broken shells
once you realize mankind is
one man.

one man
walks alone, as
kind as his dreams will
let him be, real eyes seeing more
and more

and more
than won men can
handle, more than bartered
men can bet on, until they close
their eyes.

Their eyes
flicker like light—
bulbs in dusty attics,
following him into the dark

no man should go
until he has learned the
way of the rat and the raven
and Poe

and Po,
the old poet,
knew that life in the world
is just a big dream and not worth

with nought but wine
since we ever know that
nothing will never be the same

…keepin’ the Po in NaPoWriMo…


3 thoughts on “Cinquain Chain: Links 16 & 17 (NaPoWriMo 2016)

  1. Please, you two, when (if) this finishes: can the connecting words be collapsed into one – like a twist, like those plastic decorations formed in a twist that hang in the wind and always seem to be travelling UP – so that it reads continuously [downwards] and becomes both the single resolve AND prompt of the former/subsequent stanza; AND could you aim it so that the ‘last’ stanza is the same as the ‘first’ so that it reads as a huge circle … forever

  2. Pingback: Cinquain Chain: Links #18 & #19 | mywordpool

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